Martial King’s Retired Life

v6 Chapter 69: .Tianxian Match, Cowherd and Weaver Room

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"This is fake death.

The old man's voice stopped the charm delusion in time.

Of course, from the perspective of Wu Mei, what she did-she held scissors and stuck to the bright face of Shen Yiren-over and over again, Capricorn threatened

-Rather, it is very legitimate.

On the way to drag Shen Yiren here, the charm has been spied by internal skills. Shen Yiren's whole body wounds were healed early and even the sealed meridians showed signs of loosening. The rest are healthier than ordinary people. But the eyes are closed, except for breathing as usual, no matter how stunned and tortured, Shen Yiren has no reaction at all, like a dead body that still breathes.

Fascinating-I think this is a pretense of Shen **, so I took out the scissors and put it on her face: "Smooth and tender skin, just like the silk of your Central Plains. You ca n’t help but try to stay Next pattern, what do you say? "No matter how intimidating the clinker was, Shen Yiren still did not respond. Until the old man's voice came.

"Fake death, what is it?"

The old man was leaning around, and while the two were talking, he was sitting alone in the front room. The voice was hoarse and quack, as if a grinding wheel was crushed, and it felt uncomfortable at the ear.

"The body dies and the God lives. The mind cannot sleep, and the body cannot wake up. It is a disease that divides the mind and body.

Wu Mei retracted the scissors and looked quite convincing. Naturally, she would not think that this was an excuse for the old man to hide in Hu Yi from Shen Yi people.

In her impression, the old man hardly lied. Not not, but disdain. This old guy isn't in the limelight, but he is definitely not doing things that are not good for himself. I have a question for Alples. One question is five hundred and two. Today's state teachers set up fortune-telling, I'm afraid there is no such high price. It would cost him thousands of silver to lie to him to tell a lie. Real villain has arrived-to a certain extent, few are the same as gentlemen

The Manchurian Poison King of southern Xinjiang, who didn't know in advance, turned out to be a money-loving old guy.

The question also asked the exit, and this account will definitely find Albanian bank notes. The charm is not wasted, continue to ask.

"What does it mean to be physically and mentally divided?"

"Ordinary people walk, sit and lie, raise their hands and stretch their hands, and their whole body movements are controlled by the human brain. Some martial arts people can also focus on the mind first, but also must be the heart first, only after thinking, the body can move. It is natural to control the body with the mind, but it is natural. Fake death is a symptom that cuts off the connection between the body and the mind. There is something inside and nothing outside.

"So this isn't it pretending not to wake up? It's really not waking up?"

The sound of tinkering with the bottle came from the poison king, and it took a while for the voice to return.

"Even if we want her to wake up, we can't do it. A master who is proficient in the field of mind may be able to see it. The old man is not very proficient in this way, although he is involved in it. Fake death is already a very profound part, old man Can't solve it.

The inner power of the mind belongs to a completely different system among the eight realms, and is not even regarded as a martial art in the eyes of some people.

It is interesting that the masters who are truly proficient in comparisons are in agreement with those who hold the most shallow opinions. They also do not consider martial arts of the mind to be martial arts. It's just that those who are used to scornfully call the mind to be a black art, and those who are proficient in this way regard everything learned in this field as profound knowledge rather than martial arts.

Today, most of the martial arts are teaching people to forge and strengthen themselves. An internal scholar is a first-class master who teaches people to open up all kinds of meridians, cultivate internal forces, and reach the point where Qi walks through the caves.

Intrapsychology is neither. The martial arts in this gate exercise the consciousness in the mind. The doctrine is unpredictable, the mystery is mysterious, and it is often difficult to understand. In mind, there are not many masters who can fight. But they can kill people invisible ten steps away. This is beyond anyone else.

The most interesting is the banning of the mind.

Different from common methods such as acupoints and amputation, the ban of the heart boundary starts at the end of the heart and is deep in the head. Once successful, even the peerless master can not be solved. Even if the operation is a hairy kid, the difference in strength between the two sides is a hundred times different. As a result, Gai has no concern with internal forces--things, but he has no strength to use.

Shen Yiren's false death is similar to the ban of mind, but it is much more complicated. Not a master, there is absolutely no solution.

-Sure enough, it's fake death.

The two people who talked, but did not know that the Shen Yi people on the side of the box had completely closed their dialogue.

She was beaten and pinched by the charm, which was not painful, but her body was unable to respond. In her mind, because of this dichotomous brother, she felt much less pain. She has more than enough to sort out the situation.

-This man should be a ghost, a woman who broke my arm. "That man is the poison king of southern Xinjiang.-North-South, why did they go all the way?

-Small play

Thinking of some clues, but felt cheek-pain, Shen Yiren in his head couldn't help cursing his mother.

Hearing glamour and giggle.

"Look at the appearance of this little beauty. I have to squeeze water out of my skin. It's a pity for me. No wonder men like it so much.’

She learned that Shen Yiren was suffering from a strange disease, and although she was happy, she still felt insufficient. The bright silver scissors are separated from each other, and the sharp spikes stick to the delicate skin of Shen Yiren.

"Look at the innocent

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